Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт)

To the True Patroness of All Poetry, Calliope

It is a statute in deep wisdom's lore,
That for his lines none should a patron chuse
By wealth and poverty, by less or more,
But who the same is able to peruse:
Nor ought a man his labour dedicate,
Without a true and sensible desert,
To any power of such a mighty state
But such a wise defendress as thou art
Thou great and powerful Muse, then pardon me
That I presume thy maiden cheek to stain
In dedicating such a work to thee,
Sprung from the issue of an idle brain:
 I use thee as a woman ought to be,
 I consecrate my idle hours to thee.

1. The Examination of His Mistress's Perfections
2. Mr. Francis Beaumont's Letter to Ben Jonson
3. On the Marriage of a Beauteous Young Gentlewoman with an Ancient Man
4. The Conclusion
5. The Author to the Reader

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